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For Macro Monday's "Made of Metal" theme.
(The measurement from inside the 3rd opening on the left-hand side is just under 3" across the width of the grater)
I'm not big on Cheddar or Feta cheese. I guess that makes this photo the grater of two evils :)
So I put the cheese grater on top of my iPad for light and colour. I'm not sure it's doing my screen any good but makes for a handy light source!
PS what do call a cheese with a little horse hiding behind it?
Mask-a -pony of course!
It´s been a pretty ugly weather last few weeks but this time we had a great time and beautiful weather. It looked kinda surrealisticly.
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Taken in Cheddar Gorge in Somerset I loved this view up the Gorge, the cheese is pretty good too :-)
Pacman is a Extra Sharp Cheddar and Blinky is a Provolone cheese with blueberry juice painted on for the blue look. The setup was shot on a paper towel so had to cut them out and put on a black background for the more realistic look of the game.
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Candid eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. A multitude of reactions as people gather from an evacuated hotel following a fire alarm. Enjoy!
IMPORTANT: for non-pro users who read the info on a computer, just enlarge your screen to 120% (or more), then the full text will appear below the photo with a white background - which makes reading so much easier.
The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
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What it is really , just a couple of cheesy bugs off for a bimble , I wonder how they decide and why they go in whatever direction they end up going .
Rather over processed and cheesy....look t the foreground!!!! (No, don't!). Well, it's Friday and I've just another nine hours in the office to do. And then weekend jobs. Football....Grand Prix....mow lawns.....sort stuff. Where are we? What year is this? July already? Covid has really messed with my head. Lethargic, uninterested.....uninteresting. I really need to find myself again, and get back to enjoying life and laughter. Where to start within the rules I'm bound by?
Did you know small postcards came into circulation in 1869 and were so popular 10 million copies sold in a single year?
I tried to capture the colors of those cheesy 50’s Hotel Postcards but I didn’t quite succeed.
Daniel Smith Watercolor & Pigma Micron Pen on Ledia Mixed Media paper.
Zürich, Oerlikon, Switzerland
Dedicated to the new train station and Franz Hohler.
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Well, not cheesy enough really. It looks beautiful, is nice and soft if you can believe it ... and of course the jalapeños in there pack a punch. But, still not enough cheesiness for me....
It's a one day sourdough loaf. I think maybe why it is soft..plus..it really pouffed up .. but, It took alllllll day....
and, a fair bit of babysitting. Plus I made my life harder by mixing up a big enough batch of dough for two loaves ... and, I didn't want two plain ones... which meant grating cheese and chopping jalapeños... my hands were on fire.Yes, I know I could wear gloves if I had a pair around that were thin enough so that I could actually feel what I was doing...but, no... had to soldier on without. Then, of course I had to have it in two separate bowls...mix it differently, etc... I put the inclusions in after the second round of stretch and folds.... that was a ... hm...mmm ...let me think what it was. It was hard work dammit !! Just try including stuff in an already resistant dough.... there was a lot of trial and error and folding and squeezing and ..well, a lot of swearing too... but, I got it.
By the time it had risen it was way ahead of the plain guy....due to the 'vigour' with which I had to 'include' stuff I'm sure, as well as a bit of extra moisture from the jalapeños even though they were well drained and patted dry...
All told, I'm ecstatic with the loaf.... with the exception of it not tasting quite cheesy enough for me. I bet I could have sprinkled some grated cheese on top for the last few minutes of browning with the lid off the pot.
I purposely scored only deep enough to expose a nice belly ..no ear required for me. I prefer an earless loaf.
Oh, and.... the pot!! I do not own an oval Dutch Oven... and, decided batards are a better shape for slicing and using so had to get inventive. I was going to use a large casserole but, instead decided to try my turkey roasting pan.
It was perfect!!
Two layers of parchment ... middle shelf.....thin as the pan is compared to a Dutch Oven .... it turned out beautifully....
Yummy cheesy cutlet by TenderBest at a coffee shop in Canberra.
*Note: More food pics in my: Favorite Food Album.
Three different kind of cheese. Edam cheese, blue cheese and feta. And as taste and color contrast 2 half’s of a fig. Basically, at first I wanted to have some cheese with different structure, taste and surface.
But the color or not so different and 3” x 3 “ is not that much space. Round piece of feta, was made with a hand held seeder. Cheese and fig, was snaked after the shoot.
But where is the Rorschach test. It needs a bit more interpretation, because I cut of the first slice of the blue cheese with some more mold. Feel free to post your own interpretation. Me, I see a spinal cord, or maybe it’s some stitches (last weeks Makro Mondays theme)?
Picture was stitched from 9 pictures, with a demo software named Helicon. It is integrated into LR as an Export plugin, makes life quite easy.
Decided to go with a selective colour for this shot, London is famous for its red buses so I wanted to show them in all their glory!
Please don't hesitate to give me your views on selective colour, Im always wary as I know it can be a little "cheesy" at times??!!
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